Well it's seriously a board game, but that's to memories yes?
Anyway, ever feel like you get a nugget of good luck and you do good things with it, and seconds later life decides that's enough, and takes it all into a twister. I won't say I hate my life, or life in general, in fact through most things it's pretty damn calm, even if I have scars from childhood, or the emotional trauma from the emotional/mental abuse from my past. These are things I have long since adapted, accepted and moved on from, they are a part of me as much as anything, but do not define me, still, it seems for every good second, I have nine bad ones you know?
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